Rowan didn't run recklessly.
'I need to be calm at times like this.'
Since his own life wasn't hanging by a thread, becoming cold was easy. Sen's face flickered before him, but Rowan wasn't one to be swayed by such sentimentality. He knew better than anyone this world's cruelty and selfishness.
When bandits ravaged the village, unlike Rowan, who thought they should join forces to overcome that crisis while simultaneously harboring the greedy thought of opening black doors, hunter Geric's choice was to run.
Life here, where individuals were considered more important than the collective. The way they responded to problems gave Rowan great enlightenment.
'Being swayed by black dreams is unavoidable.'
Because it was greed too great for an individual to handle, losing your head for a moment was understandable. But now he had to forcibly abandon a modern person's common sense.
